24: Meeting Her Prince

Mark stood not knowing the back of his skirt was lifted up, enough to show his round butt cleavage through the open panties.

"Hey, is he wearing a.. ?"

"Was there something ... spelt on .. ?... thought I saw a letter..."

He could hear faint whispers while others simply smiled excitedly and surrounded him.

"Did you choose this dress?" One of the girls asked.

'Should I tell her it was Sarah's selection?'

"Mmm.." Mark paused before making the decision. Seeing the girl's expression it was obvious that he would be looked more favourably if he answered positively.

"Yea!... Do you like it?" Ignoring Sarah, Mark spoke enthusiastically trying to fit in. 'She at least owes me this much for making me wear it.'

It had been a long-time habit of his to claim credit from others. While he wished he could've used some other topic to win them over, this was better than nothing.

'Besides it is easier to flirt with a girl who has their guard down.' Mark convinced himself.

'Once I manage to get away from Sarah, maybe I can get together with one of them. Or all.' Mark let his sensual thoughts run wild as more girls started to surround him and ask questions.

Feeling his dick tighten under the cage, Mark reflexively stood with his hands clasped together, making sure no signs of his caged dick were visible through the skirt.

"So 'Mia' right? Is red your favourite colour?" Courtney, the girl playing as the magic mirror asked, sizing him up.

She was one of the prettiest girls in class. Her auburn hair cascaded in gentle waves and rested on her shoulders. While she wasn't as curvy as Sarah, her beauty was striking, drawing anyone in range to her warm light brown eyes.

"Yes... ," Mark answered captivated by her. "But not Mi-" Just as he tried to correct her, giggles burst around him, interrupting him.

'Was there something to laugh at? ...Sometimes I really don't understand women.' Mark pondered.

"Since today is your debut, let's take a group photo," Courtney suggested.

As someone else set up the camera behind them, Courtney quickly explained the pose with a mischievous smile.

"Put one hand on your hip," she demonstrated as others joined in. "Then angle your body away from the camera while pivoting back your upper body. And give your best smile! Don't start tensing up again." Courtney playfully winked.

Before he could protest to change the girly pose, the timer had already started, forcing him to follow along with the girls.

3...

2...

1...

*FLASH!*

"This'll make a great photo for the college magazine," Sarah said excitedly, while the others cheerfully agreed.

He was surprised to see how many girls spoke with him. Not later, he was already exchanging numbers. He even got invited to their private social media group.

The group soon started to rehearse the play. As he was the lead, the girls were all fixated on him, not giving him a chance to excuse out of it. Feeling complied, Mark gave it his all for the rehearsal until his voice started to crack and sweat dripped from his chin.

He couldn't help but want to wipe the sweat off every time it dripped down to his chest as it slightly redirected itself towards the centre of his cleavage, tickling him. As one of the girls was taking a video for review, he was f!orced to hold his posture as the play continued.

It was only when the bell rang for lunch did the entire group stopped rehearsing.

Relieved, Mark quickly made an excuse to Sarah and started to leave, wanting to meet early with Derrick.

*Wolf Whistle*

For some reason, the moment he walked across the boys' section, he could hear catcalls and whistles. Turning around, even the girls behind him were acting weird, hissing "sssssh" and making faces towards them.

'I don't have time for this...' Mark paced, shrugging it off.

"You've got a cute ass babe!" one of the guys yelled from across the room causing the entire class to explode in laughter.

'What? Why are you-' It was only then he realized that the back of his dress had somehow got stuck in his garter belt, exposing his sexy open panties and red rear to the entire class.

'OMG. OMG. How did this happen? When did this happen? Did they see everything?!' Flipping his skirt back out, Mark panicked and ran out at full speed.

*SNAP!*

His heels weren't able to bear the sudden movement, snapping it in two. Mark fell on the corridor floor sideways.

"Hey! Are you alright?!"

"Mia!!"

The class followed out hearing the loud noise. Seeing Mark on the floor, they slowly surrounded him, trying to help him get up.

Without a word, he sat there plastering his skirt on the floor, unable to speak and too embarrassed to look up.

"Hey, your knee is bruised," Luke spoke inspecting his legs. "Come on, let's go to the infirmary."

"..."

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"..."

Seeing Mark trying to hold back his tears, Luke carefully supported him, placing one arm behind his back and the other under his knees, lifting him into a princess carry. "It's ok. Let me take you there."

"...w-w-wait.." Mark sniffled overcome with emotion, tightly holding on to Luke's shirt. He didn't know why tears were filling his eyes but his pride didn't let others see him like this. Mark pressed his face against Luke's shoulder, hiding it from others.

Even Sarah was surprised seeing his behaviour. 'Does he realize what he is doing?' she amused.

Feeling responsible for the fall of their slightly perverted but hardworking lead, the girls started to follow one after the other behind Luke which made the remainder of the class follow suit as well. The entire class was now walking to the infirmary with Luke leading the pack and Mia shivering in his arms with embarrassment.

"Hey, is there some event going on?"

"Maybe... Aren't they from the theatre dept? Wanna check it out?"

A small commotion started to build up in the corridor as the growing group marched towards the infirmary.

Even as his emotions settled, Mark couldn't bear to look over Luke's shoulder as his classmates skipped lunch just to accompany him. 'Why are there so many people? What is wrong with this class?!'

It was only when the nurse started shooing, did the crowd die down.

Throwing away the torn stockings, the nurse treated him carefully while enquiring about the entire incident.

"Funny friends you got there. Are they always like this?"

"..."

"...Anyway, luckily you got away with a sprained ankle and a light bruise on your knee." The nurse tried to cheer up the quiet patient.

Taking a painkiller, Mark lay on the infirmary bed trying to sort his mind.

*PING!* *PING!* *PING!!*

His phone was buzzing with notifications.

Starting with Sarah, the girls started to apologize one after the other.

Sarah Boobies: Mia, I am so sorry! How are you?

Courtney: We are all sorry! How are you feeling?

< ... >: Take care, Snow White!

< ... >: We usually do a small prank whenever one of us gets tipsy or does something stupid. It may have gone slightly overboard. We just wanted to see how long it would take for you to realize. Anyway, please take care!!

Both the girls' chat and the class chat were buzzing with messages.

'Seriously, what is wrong with this class... Was I really in the same class before...?' Mark wondered.

Till now, Mark had always kept his distance from the entire class. Getting a degree in theatre was just a chore he had to do before he took over his father's company. Besides, there was no point in making connections. None of his classmates were on his level financially and he couldn't even use them as lackeys.

There was absolutely no benefit in befriending them.

It was, it should've been like so.

Seeing the large number of messages still piling up, Mark couldn't help but let out a smile. He couldn't remember the last time so many people cared for his wellbeing. That too for a small bruise.

Whenever he got hurt, it was only his mother who sincerely cared for him while Kate obediently went along without a word. His siblings had long stopped speaking to him unless it was necessary. There were even a few classmates who rejoiced secretly when they saw him get hurt.

'Maybe it was because... I don't know... This is just stupid.' *Sigh* Mark wondered if his old gang would ever do something like this for him.

'This doesn't feel so bad...'

Unlocking his phone, he started to catch up on the messages in the girls' chat as he prepared to reply.

< ... >: Take care! You've got a cute ass by the way! But maybe don't wear skimpy panties to class next time.

< ... >: Team Snow White! <group-photo.jpeg>

Courtney: Was she really wearing a plug? LOL! I'm sorry. It's shining from the camera flash!! I can't even!!

< ... >: you are no better <courtney-drunk-swimming-on-floor.jpeg>

Courtney: Delete that!! Why do you even have it!!

< ... >: Don't worry Mia, I don't think the boys saw your toy. Your cheeks were doing well covering it.

< ... >: Oh, I think you will really like this pic Mia - <Luke-princess-carry-Mia.jpeg> Cheer up princess!!

"Nooooooooo!!!"